Temporary location change

Me and and my lil brother A-eazy hopped out the whip on Delavan Ave, stepped in the barbershop, I sat in the chair, the barber asked, "Whatchu gettin, sun?" I said, "Take half off, with a dark taper and square the sideburns off at the bottom of the ear."

From that point forward I said absolutekly nothing about my hair. I didn't have to explain anything to a puerto rican speakin broken english, or fear for my life as a middle-aged white man used a flo-bee. I didn't have to walk the barber thru how to edge me up or question whether he was using the right guide. I just sat there and watched the Yankees game.

So, obviously, ya boy Vince ain't in Kansas anymore. More specifically, I'm not in Florida anymore. You don't get appropriate haircuts in Florida, let alone Hernando County, where blacks are too poor to open a barbershop, square Ricans that couldnt hack it in NYC come down and open gawd-awful shops or hillbillies look at ur hair like its a disease. It used to make a dude wanna drive 45 minutes into Tampa, just to get some follicules clipped.

Nah, Vince is gone.

I can't really get into specifics, because this is a public site and I don't know everyone that might come across it. But sometimes u have falling outs, right? Well, let's just say thats what happened with me and the St. Pete Times and leave it at that.

So, I'm back in Buff, now, planning my next career move. I figured that the only thing keeping me in Weekie Wachee was my gig, once that relationship was severed...I mean, why stay?

And I knew I was back in Buff at the barbershop, the same joint I've been goin to since I was a pre-teen and my father realized I was too old for his 5-level fade amateur joints he used to hook me with. It was good feeling, everyone happy to see you, catchin up with my man Mahly who used to hook me with my Kid N' Play box. And I knew I was back in Buff when I saw niggas, 5-6 years my senior, still doin that same ish: small-time hustlin. The niggas' sneakers matched every color in their shirts, but I guarantee u they aint bout much. These are the niggas I thought were extra-cool when I was a youngen, at the Boys Club, and they'd come through and school niggas in new Jordans or be playin a quick game of full court in Timbs and gold chains. But fast forward 10-15 years and these dudes aint really stepped it.

I mean, it was 3:30pm on a Thursday and these kats is walkin up-n-down Delavan, peddlin weed and cracks.

Here's the deviant thing, though -- I found myself strangely satisfied. Its not gonna last long. I mean, I'm not putting a timetable on my job search. Money isn't an issue, so there's no real immediacy; and I'm already keyed in on some nice freelance moves...but I'm no fool, there will be a point -- and its not gonna be long -- where I'll be ready to flee Buff again...but for now, its a welcome reintroduction. Spend close to two years in Florida and you miss that edge that you get and are surrounded by up north.

We'll see how things progress and I'll keep everybody posted on the next move. And you KNOW i will have stories galore, now that I'll be spending a few months with the fam (Mom and Pops in particular).

Anyways, thats the update. We'll be rappin...